Isn't it silly that eulogies are said after death? Why not before? There'd be gardens and rivers, an ocean and beach, and a busy French market within easy reach. I'd put the Blue Ridge Mountains by the Assateague Shore, and move green Irish islands a short walk from your door. If I could choose heaven for you, I think you'd have a small farm by the side of the sea. I also have the lines around my face that have come from smiling. When I boil my water to make a cup or two, I remember the coffee cup by the bathroom sink with lipstick on the rim and still half to drink. Your wonder.īut, you are gone, and everything I see, touch, smell, hear takes me back to the you I still love, the you that still lives in all I see. To hold your tiny, chubby hand and show you this tiny leaping soul, and revel in your delight. Today, I noticed a tiny grasshopper leap into the unknown, and suddenly my escape turned into a race to be home. Will we party? Maybe? Does this worry you? Getting older? I dare you to walk through the grass and drift toward the trees and when you get there to raise your head high and plant your feet deep to look at the sky and marvel at its changing color I dare you to wake up early before the sunrise, to step out of your home barefoot and naked. Every morning I open up to the back deck and look at the colorful array of life.
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